Random Characters X Reader

Hetalia: Alfred F. Jones x Reader

You never understood why he picked you out of all the beautiful women all over the world.

You weren't as stunning as Tyra Banks, you weren't that skinny like Taylor Swift, you weren't fat as Fat Amy, you weren't as cute as VenusAngelic and you are certainly not IISuperwomanII.

You have your flaws, your imperfections, your mistakes, your pimples, your black/whiteheads, your weird moments, your not-so-pretty-stolen-pictures, your oopsie-daisy moments and all of that but still.... he chose you.

You were staring at your reflection on the mirror one night. You were looking at your face.

What did he see in me?

You sighed and flopped back down your bed. "What did he really see in me?"

Why were you asking all of this? Its because you suddenly overheard some girls from your class talking about you and your relationship with the varsity football player Alfred F. Jones who was your boyfriend.

They were saying stuff like he was just using you or he was just messing with you and he didn't really loved you. Alfred heard about that and he screamed that he loved you in front of the entire school... that made you love him even more but... "What does he see in me?"

You sighed and flopped down your comfy bed and hugged the american flag pillow he got you.

"Alfie... what d0 you see in me?"

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The following day that question was constantly in your gead and that's why you couldn't concentrate that much in class.

Thank goodness the teahers didn't call you to recite or anything today. And as of now ut was lunch.

"Hey.. Hey (name)!"
"Huh? Oh what?"
"You weren't listening to me... I have been calling you for like a minute or two."
"Oh sorry. I was just thinking..."
"About what?" He asked and took a sip of his diet coke.

About why you picked me. "Oh uhh... I was thinking about the calculus test. I think I kinda messed up the 9th problem."
"Nah. You're smart so I know you'll pass that hahaha."

You just smiled at him and took a bite of your chicken burger and listened to him once more.

The he showed you a flier that says 'The SING-OFF! Open for all students. Join and let the others know your talent in singing. Registrations are still open and the competiton's next week at 7 at the Awesome Hall. See ya there!'

"Sooo... The hero thought that you should join."

You nearly spit out your drink at his face.

"What?!"
"Oh come on (name). You should totally join."
"Are you bloody serious Alfie?! I mean have you even heard me sing?"
"Hmm... I've heard you hum before."
"That's different. And I don't think I can sing."
"And you hella shouldn't! Our ears might bleed!" And they laughed.

You totally forgot about the other guys who were making fun of you were in the canteen.

Your head was bent down and you just didn't say anything to them. Alfred looked kinda mad and just glared at the guy who said that.

"Don't listen to them babe."
"... Yeah... I know."

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You were so down in the dumps that day. Well you were kinda down earlier but you felt downer than ever... and you don't care if downer is even a word.

School finally ended and you were done packing your stuff only to find out that you were left alone in the almost empty room and school.

You sighed and decided to go see Alfred on his practise. You always did but you would stay at the bleachers with your earbuds plugged deep in your ears listening to All Time Low or Fall Out Boy ir whatever song that was in your iPhone.